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DAD’S FIRST CLASS CHRISTMAS – Entry in Susanna L. Hill’s 4th Annual Holiday Contest

12 Dec

 

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The Contest:  Write a children’s story (children here defined as approximately age 12 and under) in which wild weather impacts the holidays!  Your story may be poetry or prose, silly or serious or sweet, religious or not, based on Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or whatever you celebrate, but is not to exceed 350 words.

 

Here’s my holiday entry:

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DAD’S FIRST CLASS CHRISTMAS

It was Christmas Eve and we were taking our first ever family vacation. Disney, here we come!

Figures. The Blizzard of the Century blew in that morning.

Dad made sure we left for the airport hours early, but now the dashboard clock ticked down the minutes till our six o’clock flight. The highway was a sheet of ice. We eyed the airport from a distance, and could have walked faster than the cars crawled.

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Mazie kept repeating, “Please let us make it, Lord. Please let us make it.” Each hot whisper whirled wild crystallized patterns on her window.

“Will we make it?” Mom asked.

Fisher snoozed in his car seat. That was good because Dad was nervous navigating through a gazillion snow flakes. But he still managed to sing carols the loudest.

We finally pulled in at 6:44. Wet, white freezingness smacked our droopy faces and whipped our suitcases. “Cheer up,” Dad hollered over the storm, “I’ll bet it’s just delayed.”

Our plane was gone. But there was Dad, in his ‘lucky’ (old and ugly) Santa hat, ho, ho, ho’ing from the long ticket line. Leave it to him to be jolly when our vacation was slipping away.

Dad high-fived me, hugged Mazie, and said, “Great news! We’re on Standby for the last flight tonight!” They’ll have five empty seats on Christmas Eve…sure.

Fisher cried himself blue, Mazie kept praying, and Dad and I were thumb-wrestling when they finally called our name, “Four tickets.”

“We need five!” Mazie, Mom, and I cried.

Dad pushed us to board. “Till tomorrow… Merry Christmas. I love you.”

On the plane, Mazie, and I joined Fisher in crying ourselves colors. Disney without Dad?

Just as the engines revved, Dad strutted down the isle.  He made it! But then he kissed us, and said, “I’ve gotta go.”

“NO!” my sister and I cried.

“They let you board. You can’t leave now!” sobbed Mom.

Dad turned with a devilish grin and said, “Got lucky. I’m flyin’ first-class!” Then a curtain swished behind him.

Merry Christmas, Dad. You deserve it.

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Head on over to Susanna’s blog to read the other entries here!

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Susanna Leonard Hill’s Halloweensie Contest – Entry: A Warlock’s Brew

27 Oct
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Hiya & Happy Halloween!

It’s time for Susanna Leonard Hill’s 4th Annual Halloweensie Contest– YAY! This is my second year entering and it’s so much fun! I’m happy to let y’all know that I’m alive and well…it’s been so long since I’ve posted any written pieces, that I’m a wee bit chicken.

If you haven’t visited to read the contest entries written for children, I urge you to do it with your family. They will entertain you for hours!

Entries can be funny, scary or anything in between, poetry or prose, but they must have 100 words or less, AND contain the words: broomstick, creak and pumpkin.

Me, I’m going with a poem again. I hope you enjoy it. :0)

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A WARLOCK’S BREW 

 

The attic creaked, as the young warlock sneaked,

to snatch up a broomstick, while baby bats squeaked. 

His mission? To whip up a strong magic brew. 

He added a pumpkin, a kitten’s mew too.

 

Stirring the potion, he conjured the spell, 

letting loose in the night his most frightening yell, 

“Break this feuding witches’ curse.

They fight all the time. I don’t know which witch is worse. 

 

Last time, they vanished. No witch was found. 

Tonight’s All Hallow’s Eve, and I want them around! 

Sure, they’re both ruthless, rotten, and bad. 

But they’re the best grandmas this boy’s ever had!”

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Month of Poetry – Lost Puppy – #MoP14

3 Jan

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HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope you had a wonderful holiday season.

I’ve been AWOL from my blog and social media far too long. It wasn’t because of the holidays really…well, maybe a little. I’ve been writing my fanny off for contests and revising picture book manuscripts for submission, which is a big goal of mine this year.

If you follow my blog, you know that I’m a sucker for writing challenges, and I’ve taken the plunge for the month of January. Children’s book author, Kathryn Apel runs Month of Poetry (#MOP), so I’ve decided to be accountable for posting a poem to my blog each day…you lucky devils. ;0)

I’m also participating in Shannon Abercrombie’s Start the Year Off Write 2014 Challenge. This challenge begins January 5th and is 21 days of 21 writing exercises to start the year off write.  The prizes are to-die-for…critiques from agents and editors, so this girl’s gotta be there!

If that’s not enough, I’m a student in Susanna Leonard Hill’s month-long Making Picture Book Magic course. I’ve been dying to take this course for months, and received it as a Christmas gift!

Please forgive me for getting a late start. I will try to get a poem up every day from here on in.  ;0)

As usual, they will be children’s poems. Here goes….

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Image- Jennifer Meyer


LOST PUPPY

 

How will he find me?

How will my boy know?

Which way will he look?

Which way will he go?

 

I took a bad turn,

When I left the yard.

Sure, he will find me.

It shouldn’t be hard.

 

I hope he comes soon.

I’m wet and I’m cold.

I hope he’s not mad.

I hope he won’t scold.

 

Please come and find me.

Discover me soon.

I’m scared of the dark.

And that gloomy moon.

 

He can be angry,

and yell at me too.

I won’t run away.

No, that I won’t do.

 

What is that strange noise?

Could that be my boy?

Yippee, he found me!

My heart’s full of joy!

–Donna L Sadd, all rights reserved

TREAT OR TRICK? – A #Poem for Halloween

28 Oct
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Okay, I’ve finally entered one of best-selling children’s book author, Susanna Leonard Hill’s fantastic, super-competitive children’s writing events. It’s her Third Annual Halloweensie Contest!

Entries can be funny, scary or anything in between, poetry or prose, but they must have 100 words or less, and contain the words: spooky, black cat and cackle.

If you have a moment between now and October 31st (when they are all due), do yourself a favor and read the entries on Susanna’s site. It’s always worth the effort. Better yet, you still have a few days to enter if you wish.

Voting on top choices takes place on November 4th.

Now, be afraid. Be very afraid…

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TREAT OR TRICK?

Headstone Hill's a spooky place.
Wanda Witch lives there.
It's said she steals small children.
Little ones beware!

Dared to go on Halloween,
Rip approached her house.
He tiptoed past the black cat.
Quiet as a mouse.

Wanda pulled the creaky door,
Stretching a sly smile.
"My, a sweet young child is here!"
EWWW, they're all so vile!

Shaking, Rip held out his bag,
Waiting for some stuff.
Wanda gave a sugared snake.
"This was not so tough!

I don't need to be afraid.
You gave me a sweet."
Then she yanked Rip in, cackling,
"BEAST, come get your treat!"

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